I'm tired of all the posturing
The smiles, the looks, pretence!
You want me to be happy
But I prefer to be intense
You want to make me happy
But how when I contend
To these assholes that would have me
Of all resources rend
I'm determined to be sullen
Until it all begins to go
Everything in my favour
That's why I'm so low
Cos everything I try to do
Comes to no fruition
And I am left bereft of all
Good attitude and decisions
My girlfriend tries, I know she does
To lift me from my stupor
She says I carry a bad vibe with me
And that I am a (loser)
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